Kris sighed, rubbing his lower back to rid it of the soreness from being on his feet all day. The string of gang-related murders from earlier in the week showed no signs of stopping and there was just not enough people on the team to keep up. He'd been working for three days straight with barely any sleep and even less in terms of food... But this ( Read more... )

Wu Fan sat on the bleachers; bookbag by his feet as he propped his chin in his hands and watched the handful of other boys on the field. They darted around, a game for fun rather than serious competition. School was letting out in two weeks, and they were eager to release pent up energy in any way they could ( Read more... )

Fingers tight around the file folder, Kris bowed politely a few times to his supervisor and the chief of police. Turning on his heel, his shiny black boots made clicking noises on the tile floor; he tried to slow his pace as to not seem so, well... Excited ( Read more... )

The final display case was shut with a surprisingly gentle touch as Wu Fan looked back to observe his morning's work. He'd been up since three, making sure everything in the small cafe was ready, just as he had every morning since last week. His place was small, and tucked away in the shopping district on the edge of town, but he found he didn't ( Read more... )

"All right, all right; that's enough for now - take fifteen and we'll see how these are coming out." Yixing chirped dramatically, waving at the photographer and stepping forward onto the makeshift set. Kris let out a heavy sigh of relief as his production manager, and best friend, came to wrap a blanket around his shoulders and guide him to a table ( Read more... )

Sehun lingered by the dorm window, trying not to let his extreme excitement through his normal facade. His eyes always widened whenever a black vehicle appraoched the side entrance, but so far there have been three false alarms; none of them were the signature dark van bringing their other half home from the airport. He sighed and continued his ( Read more... )

Stretching his arms above his head as high as he could manage, Baekhyun yawned. The combination of the warm sun filtering in through his window and the massive, ancient tome he was in the process of translating to the common tongue made his eyes droop, despite the fact that it really wasn't late in the day ( Read more... )

Kris, or Professor Wu, as it turned out, was writing enthusiastically on the white board, foreign syllables flowing off his tongue as he explained the difference between present and present-perfect tense. A muffled laugh echoed from somewhere in the class and he took a step back to look at his work. His handwriting in English still needed a bit of ( Read more... )

Wu Fan stood rooted in the middle of the courtyard, crinkled campus map clutched in his hands as his eyes shifted from building to building. It was his first day at the new university, and he regretted not moving in on time for the orientation. He tried to make sense of the hangul written on the map; while he was fluent enough in Korean to be ( Read more... )

“Jongin-ah! Where are you going so late ( Read more... )